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And I sure as hell wasn’t going to let anyone convince me that this baby wasn’t mine.

I knew the truth.

I felt it in my bones.

And I was going to fight for it.

For Truth.

For my child.

For the family I’d never had but was determined to build.

No matter what it cost me.

Chapter 18

TRUTH

Two weeks later

The house smelled like lemon pound cake and coffee.

I’d spent the morning cleaning, arranging furniture, and making sure everything looked perfect for my sisters’ visit. The brick two-story on Mimosa Ct. was mine—truly mine—and I wanted them to see it. To see that I was building something real.

That I wasn’t just surviving anymore.

I was living.

The doorbell rang, and I heard Raven’s voice before I even opened the door.

“Girl, if you don’t hurry up and let us in!”

I pulled the door open, grinning, and was immediately engulfed in a wave of perfume, laughter, and sisterly chaos.

Raven came in first, her box braids swinging as she looked around with wide eyes. “Okay, okay, I see you! This is cute as hell, Truth.”

Saroya followed, balancing a casserole dish in one hand and her purse in the other. “You did good, baby. Real good.”

Honor brought up the rear, her eyes scanning the space with the practiced efficiency of someone who’d learned to assess situations quickly. “It’s nice. Real nice. You got good bones in this house.”

I closed the door behind them and exhaled, feeling the warmth of their presence settle into the space. This was what I’d needed. Family. Normalcy. A reminder that I wasn’t alone in all this chaos.

“Y’all want the tour?” I asked.

“Hell yes,” Raven said, already heading toward the living room. “I want to see everything.”

I led them through the house, pointing out the updates I’d made—the fresh paint in the living room, the new curtains in the kitchen, the way the light came through the windows in the afternoon.

They oohed and aahed in all the right places, and I felt a swell of pride in my chest.

This was mine.

I’d done this.

We ended up in the kitchen, where I poured coffee and sliced the lemon pound cake Saroya had brought. The conversation flowed easily—Saroya’s kids, Honor’s husband Terrance getting out of county next week, Raven’s drama at the salon.

It felt normal.